I dislike happy hour. Nothing is worse than having a few right after work, then going home at 8. You will accomplish nothing other than dumb Facebook updates. I need to unwind before I unwind or I am salty. Of course, dollar beers are hard to beat, but my pet peeve is guys at the bar who wear work clothes…especially at 9 pm, when they walk into the bar in a suit when you know they got off at 5. Ooohhh, that guy has a suit on. He must be a millionaire.